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I miss you sometimes, Berkeley...


‎"How I love to watch the morn,
with golden sun that shines,
Up above to nicely warm
these frosty toes of mine.

The wind doth taste of bittersweet,
like jasper winder and sugar,
I bet it's blown through others' feet,
like those of... Caspar Weinberger."

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